Jul 10, 2016

Let’s be honest.

Let us be honest.

We probably woke up tired today. Some of us moms are just beyond tired; we are exhausted. I am there today. I know what it is like to lay down for bed at night, only to be awoken by my baby who wants to nurse as soon as my head hits the pillow and my eyes close. Each night, she will go on to wake every few hours to nurse and cuddle.

It is ok to be tired. Just don’t stay there.

I know what it feels like to be dragged out of bed at 4:30 in the morning by your 4 year old. I know how it feels to stumble into the living room and turn on the TV, cringing because you know this child has watched too much TV already, unwrapping some fruit snacks and putting a blanket over your head to muffle the sounds of Peppa Pig and try to get a few more minutes of sleep on the couch.

I understand having a child who doesn’t have the ability to communicate properly yet. I know what it feels like to have people stare at your child because your child is different. I know what it feels like to carry them away from a situation kicking and screaming. I know what it feels like to hear a doctor tell you that your child has the worst form of Autism Spectrum Disorder. I know what it feel like to cry yourself to sleep at night because you didn’t want this. I have screamed at God to fix my kid. I’ve yelled at Him, “I didn’t want this”. I know how it feels to pray healing over your child.

When you think you’ve had all you can take, eat some ice cream. It will do you a world of good.

I know what it is like dealing with disabilities and anxiety in your children, and I have witnessed my children crying on numerous occasions because it’s too dark, too cold, or too hot. They’re upset because they need answers that you just don’t have. The answer because makes them anxious and worried; fearful over things I just don’t understand. So you pray over there room, and you pray over their sweet bodies while they sleep.

Some days I have asked God, why me?

Moms it is ok to be honest. I do not stay in those moments. I know my hope comes alive in the mornings. Mercies are new every morning.

Be honest. Tell your community you need help. But don’t stay there. Rise yourself up and try again tomorrow.